The French poem Matin d’Octobre by François Coppée (1842-1908) is about an early October morning. You’ll find the original French version with an mp3 here and an English translation below it.
Matin d’Octobre
C’est l’heure exquise et matinale
Que rougit un soleil soudain.
À travers la brume automnale
Tombent les feuilles du jardin.
Leur chute est lente. On peut les suivre
Du regard en reconnaissant
Le chêne à sa feuille de cuivre,
L’érable à sa feuille de sang.
Les dernières, les plus rouillées,
Tombent des branches dépouillées :
Mais ce n’est pas l’hiver encor.
Une blonde lumière arrose
La nature, et, dans l’air tout rose,
On croirait qu’il neige de l’or.English Translation:
October Morning
It is the exquisite and early hour,
The sudden sunrise reddens the sky.
Through the autumn mist
The garden leaves fall.
Their fall is slow. We can follow them
With our eyes and recognize
The oak by its leaf of copper,
The maple by its leaf of blood.
The last ones, the most rusty
Fall from the bare branches,
But it’s not winter yet.A fair light sprinkles down on
Nature and in the whole rosy sky
You’d think it was snowing gold.
Translated by Monique Palomares and Lisa Yannucci. Thanks to Monique for the recording!
Monique Palomares works with me and the French and Spanish versions of Mama Lisa’s World.
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October 26th, 2011 at 8:23 am
Cool site , je viens de découvrir en cherchant des chansons traditionnelles sur le net votre page web, Youpie et j’aime vos poésies sur l’automne.
bon Halloween.